Dun Ringill — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Clear light on a slick palm

As I mis-deal the day

Slip the night from a shaved pack

Make a marked card play

Call twilight hours down

From a heaven home

High above the highest bidder

For the good lords throne

In the wee hours Ill meet you

Down by dun ringill ---

Oh, and well watch the old gods play

By dun ringill

Well wait in stone circles

`til the force comes through ---

Lines joint in faint discord

And the stormwatch brews

A concert of kings

As the white sea snaps

At the heels of a soft prayer

Whispered

In the wee hours Ill meet you

Down by dun ringill ---

Oh, and Ill take you quickly

By dun ringill